it’s a frabjous day when you discover a new gelato place with a flavour you just want to lick straight out of the display tub, and then mere hours later your cousin txts, requesting a gelato date.

approaching lunch hour the next day, we fronted up at the counter and ordered, me stuttering c-c-c-c for long seconds as my brain short circuited between cup or cone. it ended up being cone, and what a cone. sam chose raspberry, no, butter pecan, um, no, raspberry. oh, actually butter pecan, with lovely patient scoopergirl hovering her gloved arm over one then the other. of course, white chocolate raspberry was the scoop of the bottom of both our cones.

and good lord, it was a milky feast, frozen raspberries unsurfaced with every lick. the butter pecan was buttery, and the pistachio slightly gritty on the tongue with that ground-up nut texture. …why are you still sitting there reading?